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I wish I could sing you a song, write you words to make the heavens weep,

just to chase away, the sadness that haunts your eyes,

the sadness that, taints your reality.



Your story, and the times you've been broken, so many times along the road,

you travel, so many times and so alone, I wish to run my hands along you, mending, making all that is broken, as one.



I see into your eyes, and the pain that trembles in your memory's wake,

echoes deep inside, threatening to break the walls I've built,

threatening to break, this house of glass I hide within.



I would take it all away, so far away, if I could, just to see your eyes smile,

just to, just, to have you stay awhile so that I might get to see,

just what, your eyes might be, if I can share this healing that's,

inside of me.



No, no I don't know you well, no, no not just yet, and still, it's safe to say,

we both know more about each other, than most do, quite yet, you being,

afraid of scaring me away, my laughing, all the while thinking, there's no place,

I'd rather stay.



My greatest fear, that it won't matter, you'll go away like all the rest, after you've taken, some of my grace, because it always seems, I'm just temporary, restful,

but never the resting place, always the last to finish, in this godsdamned race.



I like you more than I should, and know you better than reason says I can, all I know is, my heart is lighter around you, you make my smiles reach more than just my face, that's something important to me, that's a, that's our starting place.



I know your life is filled with uncertainty, and I doubt I help that much,

I have a way of confusing things, when I act from the heart, rules tend to be

broken, eyes tend to be held wide open, but I'm honest and I speak the truth.



You make me more hopeful, than I've dared to be, in quite some time,

and I would really like to see, just what could be, our possibility.



I'm not asking for the world, not asking for it all, I'm just asking for a place,

the time to make a change, to put a smile on your mischevious face, to help it reach your eyes, be reflected in your soul.



I'm just asking for, the time, to give us both a better chance, at finding a little more about what it is, to be whole.  



So take my hand, just hold, my hand, and I'll work to help you see, happiness and just maybe, love, are the reality we each deserve, not story book fantasy.